EIRACHI
"I will do that, rest assured. But first, the Sea of Glass." Is it wise for Wessex to reach out to shake a goddess's hand? She's about to find out. Like smooth, cold porcelain, the Eirachi's touch is as delicate as any lady's, but the freezing aura that pours out of it would wither an ordinary human's fingers. As for the Wraith, it will certainly leave its marks, but rather than frostbite, Wessex will merely hear about it - loudly - from her sensors for the foreseeable future.
And then, with a gust of icy wind, they are gone. All of them, away across the Tundra to where fire and celestial light battle against her creations.
~FIN
And then, with a gust of icy wind, they are gone. All of them, away across the Tundra to where fire and celestial light battle against her creations.
~FIN
Hush, now...
